The bittersweet tempest of oblivions embrace has once again cast its shadow upon my weary mind, The rapture of the tempest ensues and shrouds my mind in helpless surender. I pray fervantly that one day I may realize their is a differant path to embark upon. The uncertainity I feel within my heart frightens and yet tantilizes the mind. Fear ensues and whispers that escape does not exist. I therefore remain a lost soul caught in the snare I cannot avoid and likewise wish to escape.